Dear Elena,

I've still been searching and long have I waited for someone to like me as me. To laugh with, To cry with, To be just beside with. My friend that's who I need. To fight with, make up with. To know that you need them, believing that they need you, too. To walk hand in hand with. To argue, To talk with. My friend that's who I need. And even though I make mistakes and never do anything right. A smile, a hug can change a lot. And everything will be alright. Someone who shares all my dreams and ambitions. Someone who'll love me as me. I need you in person, someone I can rely on. My friend that's YOU to me.

Your friend,

Ana

WTF!

Most of her vacant hours were now being spent on a date with that stinky, slimy gotdamn pond. Too bad ain't too much fish around. But the smell, the dirt, the goddamn fuck, ewww! triple-yuck!

That Christian-Moron! Throwing her phone and her ring! Where has he been hidin'. Not seeing him around lately.

She was peacefully enjoying her lunch in the cafeteria, totally refreshed after taking a much needed shower and change of clothes.

The pond search thing is not making her more appealing, her hair slightly wet and kinda drippin' on her cream tube blouse. Her new geeky glasses hurting the rim of her nose. Still no luck in finding the ring on the pond.

She was reading half a dozen review notes scattered on her lunch table and her head is achingly pounding from trying' to cram-up as much info as she can for the exams. While loudly sipping on her ricola juice someone suddenly sat on top of the table trapping her hand in between.

'Shit!' Christian. 'Geezus!' he's back and what a great timing. She looked up to him as he held her shoulder trapping her sitting down. Damn aint he hot or sexy. She will never get used to his looks and she's not alone on her thoughts. Most of the girls giggled and tried to tease him. He smiles and winks back at them. Huh, what a flirt. Still her other hand is trapped between his ass and the lunch table.

"Butt-off hands now!... ," she hissed while removing her geeky glasses out of harms way and putting it inside her bag. She rubbed the space in between her eyes to ease the terrible pounding in her head.

"Start saying 'please' and I might give into it. You still owe me two shirts laundry girl," he smilingly whispered to her as remove her hand from her face.

'Damn!' She looks cute this morning with her curly wet hair and puppy eyes. She looks sweet and tasty. But, her juice is altogether a different story. He took a sip since his thirsty, taking out the chances of her pouring a third juice on his spotless shirt.

"Yuck!... laundry girl...this tastes like fuckin' shit!," he coughed and unavoidably spitted most of the awful juices out of his system. His face sourly expressed what he felt, some of the juices streamed down his mouth and smeared orange drizzles on his shirt.

"Serves you right, dork-head!," she laughingly said though some of it grazed her bare arms. He looks murderously funny as mists students in the cafeteria laughed at them. Season 2 finally concluded.

She took out a handkerchief from her bag and wipe her arm, she took a second look at him and without thinking she started to wipe his face. He moved his butt aside and let go of her other hand. She stood up in between his legs still crazily smiling. His expression is priceless. She started to wipe his neck clean and some of the smears inside his shirt. She was concentrating hard, trying to make him as clean as possible when she suddenly felt his hand gripping her butt. Uh! Asshole.

"Hands-off ass now!," she murderously said as she tightened her grip on his hair. He let go of her ass.

"Geez! You're so stiff , can't we have a little fun, try to loosen up a bit laundry girl," he said.

"Not at my expense butt-brain," she said and started to gather her things and piled it inside her bag. She wore her new glasses again. Her head pounding terribly. She hates wearing new glasses it gives her terrible headaches.

Christian took a pill from his pocket and put it in her hand.

"For the headache, take it," he said. Though a little suspicious she popped it in her mouth and sip the rest of her juice.

"Good girl," he said smilingly.

Shit! moth-er ASS-hole! I'm gonna get you for this!

Her world is spinning. She can hardly read the exams. She looked at the clock. Half of the time was already done. The teacher frowns at her and at her unanswered paper. Shit! she started to scribble answers and barely finish in time. She did the best she can not to flop the exams. Shit!